EXCUSE ME! Giant brush coming through!!!

HOW DO YOU LIKE THEM APPLES!!! I can only imagine the kind of paintings you could make with that kind of brush. How heavy is that thing? Especially when you soak up lots of paint or ink up in it.

I'm pretty sure if I tried to use that paint brush on my canvas it would only take one swipe to cover the entire spanse of it! I'm thinking that this man is hiding some serious muscles underneath his clothes.

It's really interesting to me that sometimes objects and even people have to be ridiculously large or extremely small in order to be recognized. I was looking around for art related records and I found the world's largest easel, largest paint
brush,largest sand painting, largest stamp mosaic, smallest paintbrush, smallest canvas, and many more. It appears that when you make art it doesn't necessarily have to be good, if it's really big or really small then you can still get recognition for it!

Maybe I should take a whack at a record sometime.

What It's Come Down To...

What it's come down to is that at this point in time the only things keeping me going are: a bag of stale Cheez-Its, a warm-ish bottle of Dr. Pepper, two Tylenol Sinus capsuls, my box of Kleenex that is running dangerously low, and the nice glob of Vix I smeared on my chapped nose. Yes ladies and gentlemen, my nose is CHAPPED, who would have thought that could even happen? It's a hard life for a student/self proclaimed artist. Anyway, that had nothing to do with my art, or maybe it did, I'm not sure. Although I have realized that I don't make good art when I'm sick. If you think about it though that could totally depend on your opinion of "good" art. If you would consider my half hearted attempts at getting better at drawing the human body "good art" then by all means, be my guest. I, on the other hand, think that there is a mathmatic equation to explain all of this.

[Sinus pressure + a splitting headache] x Being polite to the VFW President, Chairman, Boardmembers, etc. > Ariana's need to complete her 3rd Quarter Sketches

Plain and simple, nose comes first, pencil comes second! Can I get an "AMEN"? Mrs. Jones would be so proud of me, I hope.

So besides my inability to create anything at the time being, I'll post this picture of what my finished painting will hopefully look like, or at least something close to this. I supose there's always room for a little creative shimmying (spelling?) but we'll see how it ends up.

Step Numero Three...Realization Station

This oh so lovely post will be the home of my final sketch. Unfortunately this sketch is not currently residing on my canvas. After I so PAIN STAKINGLY drew this, Mr. Miller brought an important fact to my attention. I'm just not ready. As I held up my sketchbook like a proud child for him to see I saw the look almost instantly. It's that Miller look, the one that says "How am I going to tell her without making her angry or hurt?" In my mind I could already see it coming, this was not the painting I was going to be creating. Now that I've started a new design I realize that in all actuality he was right (of course), and that if I would have tried to paint this I would have been extremely frustrated with the outcome. Still, that doesn't mean I didn't want to sit and pout for a good fifteen minutes. In my defense, I did NOT pout, I did as I was told and came up with a new sketch over the weekend! So goodbye Mr. Smokey, maybe another time? It's not you, it's me.

Step Numero Two

While in the process of perfecting my sketch while still trying to keep it simple enough that I could re-create it in canvas I realized something, I was going to have to draw the same figures almost eight times! I don't even know how many times I drew that stinking face, that curly smoke, and those faceless figures. I'm almost positive they're present on a few sheets of my homework and are equally present in more than one of my spiral notebooks. It's like my drawing is a creepy stalker that follows me around school saying "Dddrraawwww mmeeee!!! Draw me!!! You need to make me better!", which is when I politely respond in my head, "I have better things to do than push a pencil until my hand is sore, thank you very much." Art II is not nearly as dead pan easy as I thought it would be. I'm wishing I would have joined Shaina and started doing my seriograph on the computer like she did, oh well. I supose it's like some famous person said (was it Frederick Douglass?), "Where there is no struggle, there is no progress." Boy oh boy am I having a struggle.

Step Numero Uno

I've managed to take a few pictures of some of the sketches that I did for my piece before I actually started to paint. I've decided that I don't want to unviel my piece until it is all the way finished. Unfortunately only the Lord above knows when that will be. But for now there is this lovely picture of my very first sketch for my lyric piece. If you look at the top you can even see a bit of the song that I picked, which is "Can You Find Me" by The Summer Set. When I had to pick my song or poem that I'd be inspired by, it only took me a second to think of the that specific song, and even when I think about it right now I'm not quite sure why I chose it. I'm thinking that it's just because "Can You Find Me" happened to be the song that I was infatuated with at the time, but who knows, maybe someday I'll look back and think "What a monumental decision", or I might end up saying "That painting was the cause of so many headaches." Either way, this sketch was the start of something beautiful, I'm sure.

Bob Ross Would Not Be Proud

When I was little I was mesmerized by the white man with the fro, the one on the TV screen that would show me how to paint "happy clouds". Oh how I miss you Bob, you would not be proud of my lack of skill.

I've started to actually paint my piece, but Mr. Miller says start with basic colors that can be added to, they are going to be covered. I've come to realize that I am a person who needs to be told EXACTLY what to do. If you can give me instructions, I can pretty much come through, like with cooking. Unfortunately as Mr. Miller says "that's not how art works". If I'm having this much trouble just choosing a background color, how am I going to choose any colors?! Bob made it look so easy, I've never seen anyone make a cabin in less than three strokes like he did. God willing, maybe he'll send me some Ross Mojo from the heavens. I could use an angel with a fro right about now.

Trial and Error

It's time to get this road on the show as my father would say. No, not show on the road it's always road on the show. This just shows the disfunction in my family right off the bat, maybe that's why I've always been so interested in art, because it's just another way for me to let out the odd moments that happen in my house.

My goal (for the moment) is to wittily (is that a word?) go through my process of the project we've just been assigned in Art II. It might sound kind of boring, but I intend to make it...not so boring.

Hopefully to spice things up a little I'll put up pictures every once in a while so you wonderful people don't have to figure out what my painting looks like by reading my not so eloquent discriptions. :) We'll figure it out, like the title says, Trial and Error baby!

Until I post some pictures enjoy this lovely piece by Audrey Kawasaki :D